Livestream: The Adjudicator of Death Chapter 28

Translator: Simple MTL  Editor: Simple MTL

When Clarice, Bronte, and Grant heard Chapman's screams, they could not help but turn their heads to look.

Hiss!

The three of them took a deep breath and broke out in cold sweat.

At this moment, Chapman could neither advance nor retreat. He hated the Death Inquisitor to the core. That damned clock was ticking non-stop. He watched as the seconds ticked away, but he could not do anything with the key in his hand.

“F*ck you, Judge! I'm going to kill your whole family!”

Chapman cursed, then he raised his left fist and smashed it into the glass box. Bang! The glass box didn't change at all. It wasn't ordinary glass at all, but reinforced and hardened glass!

“F*ck! Ahhhhh!”

Chapman broke down. He looked at his right hand, which was heavily wounded by the barbs, and gritted his teeth. But just as he exerted his strength, the barbs tore a small hole in his flesh.

“Ah! ah ah ah!”

Chapman screamed in pain. Looking at the small holes, fresh blood kept oozing out.

“I was wrong. I'm sorry. Let me go. I won't dare to do it again.” Chapman felt the intense pain and was afraid. He began to beg for mercy. Tears flowed down his face. Ever since he was born, he had never suffered such grievance. He had never suffered such torture.

However, tears and repentance were not believed in the death broadcast room. If you could live, you could tell others. If you died, you could go to hell and tell the devil.

Jack's cold voice sounded again.

“You have 30 seconds left. Each of you was very proud, haughty, and overconfident when you were bullying your classmates. Now, you must not be afraid. Otherwise, you will be turned into minced meat!”

“Ah!”

“You bastard!” Chapman shouted and pulled his right hand out crazily.

“Ah ah ah!”

Amidst the screams, Chapman's hand was pulled back bit by bit. At this time, the camera zoomed in on him. The skin and flesh of his wrist were being pulled off bit by bit. It was as though a clumsy butcher was messily peeling off the skin. It was very messy and bloody. It was disgusting.

“Ho ho ho ho…I did it…”

As Chapman took out the key, he smiled darkly and coldly. His hand looked like the devil's hand, just as if it had reached out from hell. It looked like a chicken's paw that had been bitten by a dog. It was full of potholes and was bleeding profusely.

“Death Judge…I, Chapman, have passed…” Chapman raised his trembling bloody hand and inserted the key into the keyhole. With a bang, the iron ring was opened and the rope and collar were immediately released.

Seeing that he had been saved, Bronte, the weakest, pleaded, “Chapman, save me. Your key might be able to open mine! Just like the last live broadcast!”

“Get lost! Even if I can open it, I won't let you use it! If you want to live, reach in and take it! F*ck you! You want to get the reward without working hard for it? I can't let you guys have it so easy after suffering so much!” Chapman said as he took off his coat and wrapped it around his right hand.

“Chapman, save me, I'm your woman!” Chris shouted.

Chapman snorted and said, “I have plenty of women. Besides, I'm not the only man you have. If I don't save Bronte, I can't save you either! Save yourself!” After saying that, he threw the key into the corner.

“F*ck! He didn't even save his own friends when they are about to die. This little bastard is ruthless enough.”

“If he wasn't ruthless, how could he do those things? He's a typical despicable and selfish person. He can't see that others are better than him!”

“Sigh! The key is that I'm a college student. My life is worse than that of a high school student. Even now, I'm still a virgin!”

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“Hey, you don't have to be sad right now. Being a virgin at the age of 30 is not something to be sad about!”

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The audience watched the live broadcast while chatting and joking with each other. The rest of the audience, including Clarice, Bronte, and Grant, began their final desperate battle.

“Ah!”

“Ah ah ah!”

“Cough cough cough cough cough…”

“Ah ah!”

“Ah ah ah!”

The three of them were like mad beasts. They did not care about anything else. They rushed forward crazily and frantically reached their hands in. Then, they pulled out, causing blood to spurt out.

“F*ck! This is amazing! That Bronte can't do it. He actually fell down!”

“Hahahaha! He can't even drag a woman away. I thought that Chris would die first in this round!”

“This trash is better than women in a game of strength. When I saw him bullying his classmates, he also used his background to scare people. Hurry up and die first!”

“Eight seconds left! The show is about to start! Hurry, hurry, hurry!”

“7,6,5,4,3,2,1…”

“Ka!”

The 60-second countdown stopped.

Bronte's hand had just reached into the glass box and was bitten by the iron claw. At that moment, he was stunned and his mind went blank.

Creak, creak.

The rope quickly retracted, and a huge force pulled at Bronte.

“No, no, no, no, no, no! Save me!” Bronte shouted, but the force was too strong. With a bang, his hand was pulled out of the glass box. His skin and muscles peeled off, turning into pieces. His hand also turned into a skeleton holding some minced meat, then, he was dragged toward the harvester.

“Ah, ah, ah, I don't want to die! Save me!”

Bang!

When Bronte got close to the high-speed rotating harvester, the close-up of image death came again.

His entire body was torn apart by the sharp steel bars. The skin, muscles, and blood vessels outside his body were torn off piece by piece and then thrown out. Blood splattered everywhere. On the ground, walls, and ceiling, there were blood spots, pieces of human skin, and human flesh.

At the end of the peeling, the bones were very clear, but then the bones were also torn apart and crushed. The whole process only took about ten seconds, and in the end, only his head was left hanging on the top of the harvester, because the skull was too big, it was not sucked into the harvester. Then there was a small section of the spine below, still dripping blood.

“F*ck! I was scared to death! It's too scary!”

“This harvester is so powerful! It's so scary!”

“That's great, that's really great. This little bastard died too well!”

“Today seems to be abnormally bloody!”

“Which livestream wasn't bloody? Every livestream is bloody!”

“That's right, but this time it's even more bloody than before! This is only the first game, and there's already such a tragic death. It's only a head that's been shaved off by the harvester!”

Bullet messages were sent out in a dense stream, and all sorts of rewards were sent over, as if they were free. The entire live broadcast room was filled with celebratory voices.

However, at this moment, at Bronte's home.

“Ahhh! My son! Damned Death Inquisitor! I'm going to kill your entire family!” His parents and relatives were squealing.

Bronte's eyes were filled with blood. He was like a ghost. He looked extremely terrifying.

Chapter end